Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Index,
Whodini,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.